The Night

? TWELVE ?

When she awoke it was still dark outside and she was alone. She rolled onto her back and stretched. What a great dream she had this time! But wait. It was no dream, was it? She looked down at herself and the two magnificent breasts were still there. Her crotch was smooth and when she felt for her cock it was gone! How could this be?! What had happened?

She was panicked! Scared! And then suddenly ecstatic! This was not a dream!? She jumped up and ran into the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror. What she saw stopper her cold in her tracks. There, in the mirror before her, she saw an incredibly beautiful auburn haired woman. Petite little waist, long luscious legs, magnificent breasts and a face of intense beauty. Oh she could still see her old self in there, but now he was beautiful.

She looked around the suite to find Ted but he wasn't there. Just the thought of Ted made her want to do things to him she would have never even thought she could before. To tie him up and pleasure him! To lightly run her hands over his body. Lick his long velvety hard sex. Mmmmm.

She got dressed and looked at herself in the mirror for a long time. Waiting for Ted to return. Studying her sensuous curves, her full sexy lips, long slender neck, enticing shoulders and arms, and those hips! She loved herself very much. She would have loved to make love to herself – her old self and her new incredible self.

She looked at the clock: 1:30 AM. She began to touch herself sensuously. Erotically. MMMMmmmmmmm. She thought of Alex. MMMmmmmm. How sweet to make love to her! Yes! She decided to go to the penthouse and see her. Her wet sex throbbed for her.

She knocked on the door. Waited. Knocked again. Finally, it opened. Slowly. Revealing not Alex, not Ted, and not one but two very, very beautiful women wearing nothing but black thigh-high, very high heeled boots and shoulder length black gloves. They both were wearing very thick and black eye make-up and a thin silver chain around their waists which had another thin silver chain coming down the front and disappearing between their sex lips.

They motioned Heather into the room. The suite was dark and her eyes took their time becoming adjusted to it.

She heard Alex before she could see her. Those soft sweet moans, echoing through the empty halls. Heavy breathing and the sound of love making seeping from somewhere.

The two girls came up behind Heather silently, each taking her by an arm, and leading her into another darkened room, lit only by a single candle. As Heather's eyes adjusted she could make out, she thought, many people, naked, spread-eagled against the wall. Or was it just the wallpaper pattern. The girls began to unzip her front, revealing her new breasts. One of them locked her mouth Heather's nipple sending a shock of electricity straight to her crotch and causing goose bumps to rise all over her body. The other girl attached Heather's wrists to something and then walked away.

Heather was lost, enthralled with; the sensations ricocheting around inside her body from the first girl's mouth on her breast. She quivered with sensation, quaked with the passion that was building so suddenly within her. She felt her arms rising, being pulled up and apart by the attachments.

The second girl came back and proceeded to cut the top off her upper torso. Then undo the skirt from her waist, leaving Heather standing in only her garter, stockings and pumps. The first girl buckled straps to Heather's ankles and disappeared into the shadows. Heather stood still, realizing for the first time that she was naked in the room and in the process of being pulls spread-eagle by the ever tightening chains attached to her cuffs.

"No." she said with little conviction.

Her arms continued being pulled upward. Her ankles being pulled apart. She knew she was being spread-eagled like the pattern on the wall. She tried to get free but was soon being held in position - tautly and securely.

The first girl returned to licking and sucking Heather's nipples. The second girl came up behind her and gently but firmly slid a butt-pug into her. Cool and greasy it slid home filling her up. Next she slid a dildo into her all ready dripping sex. And then she fastened a slim silver chair around Heather's waist and ran the chain through both the dildo and butt-plug, fastening it to the back of the waist chain.

Heather struggled futilely, fighting off the sensations and eventually losing to them when the dildo came to life and began to move and vibrate inside her. Her struggling became writhing. Her protests became moans. And she became completely lost in the sensuous situation.

She did not know how long it was before she erupted convulsively, long and hard, in the throws of another deep orgasm that went on for hours, days, weeks.

And when it was over she hung limply from her bindings, sweaty and exhausted. But it was not long before the dildo began its machinations again, forcing her to begin quaking and writhing all over, deeper, quivering and shaking with the building erotic waves of sensuous, tingling, powerful waves. She was performing a dance. A dance to the erotic gods of sensation.

It wasn't too long before she hung limply again, panting, sweaty and very happy.

"Hmmm. What do you say now?" Alex asked stepping from the shadows. Walking around Heather, dragging her finger across Heather's back, around her ribs and across her erect nipples.

Heather flinched first from the sound of her voice and then from the fingernail across her nipples. "I love it. But how did all this..."

"Let's just say I know how to pick 'em, shall we," Alex purred. "I know a thing or two about what true desire and the right body can do with a little help." She smiled a deeply sensuous smile at Heather. Alex's hands rose to Heather's displayed breasts and began to play with them while she talked. "Do you want to know what this will cost you? This 'dream come true'?"

Heather was becoming distracted again by the sensations. Alex played her so well. She remembered that from last night. So well.

"Ohhh," she panted between waves of pleasure, "anything you want. Anything <moan> you want <moan>. MMmmmmmmmmanything you ask of me".

The dildo came to life again and Heather began to writhe and dance as she hung/stood in the room. Alex fixed her mouth on a breast and added into the building pleasure. Heather moaned loudly and bucked wildly. Her moans growing into long screams of sex. Alex reached down and began to stroke Heather's clitoris.

Immediately Heather screamed as she came hard, violently, powerfully. She came again and again, all the while Alex played her nipples and clitoris, orchestrating each successive orgasm, bigger, larger and more powerful than the last. When Heather thought she could stand no more, when she thought she would die of pleasure, when she thought her entire body would surely go numb from it all...

Alex grabbed the dildo and pumped it in and out while continuing to lick and suck Heather's breasts. The chain's increasing and decreasing tension against the butt-plug forced it in and out in syncopation with the dildo. Heather shouted out her orgasm to the universe. Long, hard and loud, second after second, minute after minute , seemingly hour after hour, until she fainted.